Colin took the lead, and thousands of Bloody Cavalry followed closely behind. They crashed into the Fire Velvet Army's battle formation in an unstoppable manner.
Their invasion was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The right wing of the Fire Velvet Army, which had already been torn open, became even more fragmented under such an impact.
The massacre was unfolding at an unimaginable speed.
Countless soldiers of the Fire Velvet Army were trampled, crushed, and sent flying … This horrible scene had become the nightmare of all the soldiers of the Fire Velvet Army.
They forgot to escape, to shout, and even to resist. They were completely in a muddle-headed state.
They were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, watching themselves being devoured by ferocious wolves one by one.
All the soldiers of the Fire Velvet Army who were watching all of this suddenly felt that something called faith had collapsed in their minds.
The strongest army in the Eastern Region …
Now it seemed that in front of a truly strong army, it was simply a joke.
A self-boasting and self-amusing joke!
What was more ridiculous was that the Fire Velvet Army was not even facing the main force of the Bloody Cavalry!
There were only 3,000 of them!
50,000 against 3,000, it was actually such a situation.
After the collapse of faith, people would often become extremely weak because they lost their spiritual support. An emotion called fear took advantage of this and began to sweep through the hearts of the soldiers of the Fire Velvet Army.
How could they possibly defeat such a Bloody Cavalry?
They were a group of lunatics, a group of lunatics who were not afraid of death and did not seem to be able to die!
However, this group of lunatics, whether in terms of personal strength or tactical accomplishment, were all terrifying and overwhelming!
Even though the Fire Velvet Army had an absolute advantage in terms of military strength, they were still slaughtered without any power to fight back.
In addition to the bizarre death of their commander-in-chief, Count Brugen, the group of Fire Velvet Army officers who were still arguing about how to stabilize the situation were completely desperate at this time.
Stabilize the situation my ass!
The Fire Velvet Army.
It was over!
At this time, there was only one thought left in their minds — run!
The honor of the knights, the oath of loyalty, the revenge of the king … none of them were as important as their own lives.
When this group of officers began to take the lead to run, the Fire Velvet Army was completely destined to walk towards an unstoppable destruction.
Humans had a herd mentality.
Especially on the battlefield, when one's emotions were in an extremely excited and tense state, it was very difficult for most people to maintain a clear and calm thinking ability, and only the instinct to follow the crowd was left.
If everyone else ran away, what should I do?
Of course, he had to run as well!
Moreover, it was the officers who led the way.
Even if there were some brave warriors who wanted to turn the tide, they could only be swept away by the chain reaction.
Finally, the collapse of the right wing of the Fire Velvet Army spread rapidly and turned into an unstoppable collapse of the entire army!
Actually, from the start of the war until now, the Fire Velvet Army had only suffered a few thousand casualties.
Compared to the Fire Velvet Army's total military strength of 50,000, these casualties were actually not much.
However, when the army formation was broken and the soldiers scrambled to escape, they had already lost their organization and were no different from a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
This was often the case in war. Face-to-face combat would not cause too many casualties. The real casualties were actually caused when one side collapsed and the other side rushed over.
This was especially obvious in a battle between cavalry and infantry.
At this time, the situation on the battlefield had already entered the most familiar rhythm of the Blood Cavalry's division hunting.
Even without Colin's command, they had automatically formed into teams of 100 people. Like sharp blades, they elegantly and cruelly cut the Fire Velvet Army into small pieces.
That scene was simply like a soul-stirring artistic performance.
Of course, this was the art of killing.
Even if many soldiers of the Fire Velvet Army had put down their weapons and knelt down to surrender, what awaited them was still the merciless knife of the Blood Cavalry.
Before the war, Colin had issued an order not to accept surrender.
As a lone army deep in the enemy's hinterland, accepting captives was too extravagant, because they did not have the energy to arrange and control the captives.
Moreover, Colin had already made up his mind to use this war to completely break the backbone of the Eastern Region, so that they would be afraid of the Army of the North from the bottom of their hearts.
As for how many broken families there would be behind these slaughtered soldiers, Colin did not want to think about it.
A general's success was built on thousands of dead bodies.
On the battlefield, there was no room for mercy.
The Earl Of Avon stood stupidly in the same place, looking at everything in front of him with dull eyes. It was as if everything around him was blocked by an invisible membrane. Everything seemed to be no longer real, and everything seemed to be meaningless.
The Earl Of Avon was actually not convinced by the defeat of Alfalfa City.
From his point of view, it wasn't that he had lost to Colin Angele, but that he had misjudged Earl Hall's mentality.
If it were not for the betrayal of the Hall family, the people of the Northern Frontier would not have been able to cross the Nu Shui River, and he would not have had to flee from Alfalfa City.
But now, when he was defeated by Colin Angele again, and under the circumstances of absolute superiority, the Earl Of Avon only felt that the whole world was gloomy.
If he could not win, then how could he defeat him?
An enemy that was too powerful would only make people lose the courage to fight.
The Earl Of Avon was in such a state now.
Although Count Brugan's personal guards no longer cared about the Earl Of Avon at this time, he still stood stupidly in the same place, with no intention of escaping at all.
Until a figure covered in blood rushed in front of him, greeting him with a mocking tone.
"Yo! I didn't expect to meet you again so soon, Earl Of Avon! "
The Earl Of Avon's slackened pupils refocused, and only then did he recognize the knight in front of him. It was Colin Angele!
Even if he lost, he would not lose.
Moreover, as the second son of the Duke of the Eastern Region, the Earl Of Avon still had his own pride.
So, he immediately straightened his back, and even had a calm smile on his face as he said, "Yes, Earl Of Avon.
I really didn't expect that you would dare to rush to the hinterland of the Eastern Region with such a small number of people. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to return to the Northern Frontier? "
Colin laughed, pointed to the Flaming Velvet Army that was being crazily slaughtered by the Blood Cavalry, and said disdainfully,
"Do you people of the Eastern Region have the ability to make me stay? Look at this so-called 'Strongest Army of the Eastern Region', hehe, it's not even as good as the bandits of the Northern Frontier!
If the Eastern Region Army only has this little ability, believe it or not, I can turn the entire Eastern Region upside down with just 20,000 Blood Cavalry! "
The Earl Of Avon was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched.
There was no other way. Although Colin was arrogant, he had the capital to be arrogant.
Taking a deep breath, the Earl Of Avon stopped asking for a snub, and asked, "So, Earl Angele, are you still going to let me go unconditionally this time?"
Colin touched his chin, shook his head and said, "I won't let you go this time, you're not honest. I think it's better to take you to the White Dew City, it should be of some use … "
The Earl Of Avon immediately sneered and said, "Earl Angele, if you think that father will open the gate of the White Dew City for a disappointing son like me, then you're too naive."
Colin smiled faintly and said,
"No. I just want to kill you outside the White Dew City and humiliate the Duke of Saint Prospero. "
"…" The Earl Of Avon.
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